Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh–, um, hog.

Archive for the month “June, 2011”

Father’s Day

Hope everyone who celebrates it has had a good one. My own father has been very much on my mind this weekend; not only because of Father’s Day today, but yesterday would have been his birthday as well.

Each year, I try to come up with some sort of random anecdote about him. I think by now, I’ve used up my best ones, but I can usually remember something or another.

When Dad was younger, he was larger than life, kind of arrogant, loved to pontificate and overstate. In his later years, however, he grew much more understated and didn’t like talking about himself at all. He certainly didn’t like discussing any health problems. So I was pretty much left in the dark as far as any of his issues were concerned.

In May 1995 during one of our dinners out, he casually mentioned that he was “having a little bit of work done.” The way he tossed it off almost as an afterthought, I figured perhaps it was something elective and minor. Not quite — turned out it was triple-bypass heart surgery. If he was concerned, he didn’t let on to me. Aside from telling me the date and the hospital, he refused to share any details with me. I knew very little about open-heart surgery and what it entailed.

The following month, he had the procedure. He came through it beautifully, was out of Intensive Care in record time and back in a regular room. I went to visit him, bringing flowers, and was pleased to see how alert he was, sitting up and struggling with a rather tough piece of meat, talking with his visitors. Again, he told me nothing of the care he’d receive once he left the hospital, just said not to worry, it was all handled.

Part of me was relieved, but I was curious and concerned nonetheless. C’mon, Dad. I’m a big girl. You can tell me what’s going on with you.

Once he was back home, we talked regularly and when he was ready to go out to eat again, he had me come over to pick him up. He seemed like his old self, maybe a little thinner, and I took him to one of his favorite places, The Daily Grill. He still didn’t tell me any details. I thought perhaps during dinner, I’d ask him, see if I could get him to open up a little.

I ordered the double breast of garlic-broiled chicken, and was quite surprised when my plate came. I’d expected two small fillets, but got an enormous butterflied portion of chicken that filled the plate, the two breasts still anchored by the breastbone. There was no way I could eat all that, so I figured OK, I’ll eat half and take the other half home. I picked up the large serrated knife they’d provided and sawed heartily through the chicken, crunching down the length of the breastbone.

My father watched me carve away as he pierced the crust of his chicken pot pie, letting the steam escape. After I was done, I picked up my fork and speared a bite of chicken. “So, Dad,” I said, as casually as if I were asking about the weather, “what exactly did they do to you?”

Dad nonchalantly took a bite of his food, took a beat and then replied, “Pretty much what you just did to that chicken.”

He always did have spectacular timing. I tossed my fork and knife onto my plate, pretending I’d lost my appetite. Well, I’d asked.

Nearly three years later, he made light of his physical condition once again. When his kidneys failed, he joked about having a new part-time job, three days a week. The job? Going for dialysis. Unfortunately, his humor wasn’t enough to get him through this time.

Miss you, Dad. Love you always and forever.

A bit of search-phrase weirdness

I don’t often write about the keyword phrases I find in my stats, because most of the time they are boring. Also, I don’t want to rip off Bonnie’s hilarious “Keyword Chaos” bit. But every now and then, I get something so bizarre or silly, it warrants a comment or two.

adult spanking and losing composure

This is a search phrase? What is this person searching for? Maybe they want to see tears/reactions to a spanking? Why not just type that?

disciplinarian madame cane

OK, I do believe the woman you’re seeking is here (and may I commend you for your good taste). But you spelled her name wrong, for one. For another, I don’t think she’d be all that crazy about the honorific “madame.” And finally, you need a new search engine. If you’re seeking a femdom disciplinarian and it sends you to a spankee, there’s a glitch in the works.

And finally…

erica hammana

W…T… F???

OK, I realize many won’t get this reference. On the old Jackie Gleason show The Honeymooners, Gleason’s character Ralph Kramden used to stammer and sputter “hamanna hamanna hamanna” whenever he was nervous, or his wife Alice caught him in one of his hare-brained schemes.

And this has to do with me because…?

Oh, and while I’ve had my fantasies about being spanked by TV characters (Quentin Collins, anyone?), I would not want to be spanked by Ralph Kramden.

Final note: Blogger has a spam folder set up for wayward comments, and we’re supposed to check ours periodically to make sure a legitimate comment didn’t land in there. Welllllll… I didn’t, until today. And I found a lovely post from a woman who said she rarely comments due to shyness, but she wanted me to know how much she loves my blog.
Ugh. And I didn’t acknowledge her comment, because it went to spam? I feel awful!
So, Callie, if you are reading this, thank you so much for the sweet things you said back in April. I do apologize.
Have a great weekend, y’all. And to the dads, Happy Father’s Day.

The Adult Spanking and Discipline Handbook

Last month, I received a message from author Gemma Forbes, with a polite request to read and review her new book, The Adult Spanking and Discipline Handbook: A Comprehensive Guide to Corporal Punishment. I’d already heard about this book from John Smith (of Kink and the City), and the title intrigued me. So I replied yes, I would be pleased to do so.

The prologue begins with “Governess Gemma Forbes is one of the best known spankers you’ve probably never heard of.” And I confess, I had not heard of her. But I liked her from the first chapter on. A retired pro domme with many years in the scene, Ms. Forbes had much to share, and she did so in a detailed and witty manner.

Establishing from the start that the book is purely about spanking and does not cover other forms of BDSM, Ms. Forbes also clarifies two other points: 1) She is not a switch and bottoming is not to her liking, and 2) while she acknowledges that many enjoy sex with their spankings, that aspect of TTWD will not be delved into here. The purpose of this book is to provide a comprehensive primer on the ABCs of spanking.

The ASDH goes on to discuss all things spanko, including definitions of orientations, discussions of implements and techniques, scenarios, role-playing vs. pure sensation play, and much more. A common thread running through all the chapters is that of safety, communication and trust. For the newbie (and for us old-bies too), these things cannot be emphasized enough. She also covers the topic many shy away from — how things can go wrong, and how to handle it if they do.

I really enjoyed Ms. Forbes’ writing style. For one thing, even though she is a top, she did not write the entire book from a femdom viewpoint. She changes up the orientations, describing various scenes and aspects from an M/F POV as well as F/M and some F/F. And for another, she is funny, warm and compassionate. Clearly, she understands the bottom psyche, even though she is not one herself.

According to Ms. Forbes, one of the hallmarks of a good top is the ability to command authority without being abusive. I couldn’t agree more.

Finally, for those who have considered going pro, there are chapters at the end with thorough information dedicated to this subject.

For an engaging and informative read on our beloved kink, I recommend this book heartily!

I’m OK… honest!

It has occurred to me that my post from Monday may have disturbed some people. Perhaps I didn’t reassure well enough that, after the fact, I was totally OK. That even though this scene went to a little darker place than usual, I knew I was safe every second, no matter how scary those photos looked to some.

It’s all relative, I guess. Some found the intensity of the scene a little creepy. And yet, when I posted one of the bondage photos on FetLife yesterday, one of my friends commented jokingly, “If he were truly a bad man, he wouldn’t have put pillows on the table!” That cracked me up.

Anyway. I noticed I got a huge amount of hits on that post, but relatively few comments. So I thought I’d lighten things up a bit.

After I’d been untied and recovered somewhat, NG snapped a photo of me wearing that goofy cheese necklace he brought me. Notice the ultra-giddy smile? As you can see, I’m more than all right. 🙂

And yes, I altered the photo a little. While I never seem to have any qualms about baring my butt to the world, I’m a little more reticent about the girls.

The Bad Man

(Just an FYI — tonight’s session was a little edgy. Remember… I wanted it.)

New Guy wrote to me again this morning. The Bible thumper from yesterday was nowhere to be found.

He’d written to me several times this week — brief, threatening notes saying that my naked pictures would attract the wrong kind of men. Bad men. To all these, I scoffed. I believe at one point, I wrote back, “Maybe you’re a bad man. Ever think of that?” Probably not the best idea.

This morning’s note said I was to answer my door tonight dressed exactly as I had been for the red couch pictures. (In other words, not dressed.) And his last sentence read: You will find out precisely what type of man pictures like that attract.

Uh oh.

I had all day to think about it. What was he going to do? Did it matter? Not really. I just wanted to see him. Feel his hands again, feel the impact of his arsenal.

Would it hurt? Hell, yes.

He showed up right on time; good thing, because by then, I was so nervous, I could hardly stand on those damn high heels — the only thing I had on.

No niceties, no catching up. Not yet. New Guy wasn’t here yet; he’d be there later. Right now, I had to deal with The Bad Man who was going to show me what happens to naughty girls who post naked pictures on the Internet.

He told me to clear off my coffee table; I did so. He threw two pillows onto the table, then pushed me down on top of it, pulling my arms forward. Out of his bag came lengths of rope — first he tied my wrists together, then the other end to the table leg. Then he tied each of my legs to the table. Finally, he wound rope around my waist. All the while, he was taunting me, winding his fist in my hair and making me look up at him.

“You’re going to learn a good lesson tonight,” he said. I couldn’t hardly move. My hair went in my face, into my mouth, but I couldn’t do anything about it. The table felt cold under my bare arms.

It’s New Guy. It’s the man you trust. You’re OK. You’re OK. Take it. Be in it.

He’d purchased a brand-new belt during his travels… nice and stiff. A gift for me, he said. He’d thought about me when he bought it. Oh my god, that thing hurt. Hurt good, but still hurt. I moaned and jerked, but I couldn’t get away from it. The paddle, the big strap… l wanted so badly to put my hands over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream, but of course, I couldn’t do that.

“You’re not going to scream, are you?” he said, running his nails down my back.

“Please,” I begged, “please don’t make me scream!” My neighbors… but oh damn, I needed to scream.

He made me face him again; there was something in his hand. It looked like a towel. “I guess we can’t have that, can we?” And he stuffed the cloth deep into my mouth.

I’ve never been gagged before. I suppose I could have spit it out, but I didn’t dare. Now I could scream, but all that came out were muffled shrieks. The helplessness, the emotional surge, the pain all merged together and engulfed me. I started to cry.

“This is what the bad men do,” he growled. “They spank girls until they cry.”

I wept as he continued, feeling my entire body tremble within its bounds. It seemed to go on for a long time, but in reality, it probably wasn’t as long as most of our scenes. But it was off the scale as far as intensity was concerned.

And then, finally… “Are you ready to be untied now?” I nodded vigorously. He released me then, and I collapsed into the table, crying hard. It wasn’t bad crying, though. It felt like it was cleaning all the emotional crud out of my system.

The Bad Man disappeared. In his place was the sweet top I know, soothing me with lotion, bringing me tissues, checking in with me. Quoting Pixie Wells, I gasped out, “Tears are hot, snot is not,” and blew my nose. Yes, I’m too sexy.

After I’d returned to reality, drunk some water, etc., he booted up his laptop and showed me all the cool pictures he’d taken during his trip. Oh, and he brought me a necklace from Wisconsin, made from bright yellow plastic cheese wedges. 😀

Later, I told him all about my adventures at Spanking Court and what a little monster I’d been. Guess what? He decided I needed more spanking. This time, it was OTK on the couch. Awesome…

Finally, he had to take off. But that’s OK. I’ll get to see him again in just a week. No more long waits. No more hunger.

So, am I sore? Yes, my toe definitely smarts.


As he was leaving, he brushed up against my Barnabas cane, and it fell over. The silver handle landed on my big toe. I jumped and yelped, but then forgot about it. Until a few minutes later when I glanced down at my foot.

Freaking cane cut my toe!! OK, I figured I’d be in some hurt tonight, but not my toe, for God’s sake.

OK, OK, my butt’s sore too. (dreamy smile)

Welcome back, NG. Even when you’re bad, you’re fan-f*&#ing-tastic. 🙂


New Guy is home! He’s been driving and flying cross-country for the past month, visiting friends and family. Apparently, he made a stop at some point in a family church.

Today, I received this photo via email:

Accompanying the photo was a Sunday sermon:

She who displayeth her nakedness before all the world and hath no shame shall surely suffer. For he who claims dominion over her bottom shall spanketh it without mercy. ~New Guy 3:14

Oh, God.

First, I laughed until my stomach hurt. Then I asked for his permission to repost this.

Really, what makes him think this Biblical crap stuff means anything to me? I’m Jewish, for Christ’s sake. And can you believe he’s still yammering about those naked pictures? The man has 23 pictures of my bare a#$ on his FetLife page.

Oh, and shouldn’t he be the one in trouble for blasphemy?

Ah well. Not that I’m complaining, you understand. This time tomorrow night, I will be a very well spankethed woman. 😀

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